Speedrunning making my house look like delapidated nobility. Today I found a glass display box with halogen lights, bezeled glass, and moderate damage to the hinges and one door's finish. I also found a corner cabinet with one cracked pane of glass, one door that does not sit right (but with the smoothest hinges I have ever seen??) and drawers that rapidly leave the rails.
I was going to grab this headboard and footboard I seen too but my bf pointed out it was in a trash pile and not by the side so it was probably in worse shape than it looked driving by at night.
The only vehicle I could afford was a pickup truck the same age as me and now I have become a post-modern hunter gatherer 'harvesting' furniture and firewood from the side of the road.
Since I don't have no furniture money it's nice to find these pieces but I don't have the tools or time for a lot of furniture restoration projects. Maybe once the house is fixed and full I can start with that or replace some of the pieces I got for free. Right now the only thing in here I spent money money on was buying this nice fridge from my friend's sister who said it was 'too big' for her house lol. My bed, my chairs, my little table, my dresser, my shelves I all found or got given as friends moved.
Living in the rust belt is wild because you can buy a dilapidated mansion for like 3/4 the monthly cost of renting a shoe box apartment if you can somehow save about 4 months of pay. But no one can. Honestly, I want to reinvent the mutual savings society like during the pre-WWII times with my community and get all of my friends into houses. They all been paying $600+/month for a bedroom for years so it's not like they wouldn't be able to pay a mortgage. It's just that the banks and financiers discriminate against the poor, even the most dilligent.
In summary, fuck capitalism, fuck this dying empire, but goddamn it's wild finding a piece of furniture with hardwood on a non-visible side by the road AND have the space for it.
I feel like I am going to lose my marbles and stand in an alley in a few decades, shaking, whispering to passersby 'got any hard wood?'